Martial Hero Rebirth

The cabinets for the Seventy-Two Excellent Shaolin Skills were made of solid, durable granite, and could withstand thousands of years without aging a day. Instead of short-lived paper, techniques were written on better parchment. Under such ideal conditions they could still be read in ten thousand years..

But their story has come to an end today.

While screams sounded outside and flames roared and smoke began to rise to the ceiling, time was running out.

Lin Yi began flipping through the books and scrolls one by one, saving them into the system.

Dragon Claws, Lion's Roar, Mighty Vajra Palm, Blooming Bud Finger, Fist of Light, Vajra Indestructible Body Divine Art.

It took him a few minutes to learn all the techniques..

Exhaling, Lin Yi turned sharply on the spot, throwing all the books and scrolls from the shelves onto the floor with the wind, and hit his blade on one of the cabinets, knocking out sparks.

Dry and thin paper from lower quality techniques caught fire like straw, and then the flame spread to everything else.

In less than a minute, every piece of equipment collected over thousands of years was already burning..

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“The Technician Pavilion is on fire!” one of the students yelled.

“Put out the fire! Water quickly, water!”

“Save the scrolls!”

Despite the chaotic battle, the monks headed towards their most valuable library in an orange wave. Lin Yi, without looking around, went out the same way he came in..

The sky still had not yet fully brightened, and the top of the mountain disappeared into an amber torch. Not too far away the battle continued, tearing away the soil in layers.

Lin Yi changed from the clothes of the killed demon into his old ones. After looking around, he ran towards the battlefield like a ghost and deftly jumped onto a strong tree branch a few hundred meters away from the battlefield of the supreme experts.

The ten Shaolin masters continued to fight against the two leaders of the vicious cults. But if before they won the battle, now, due to fatigue, the advantage was with the demons.

The Ming Cult Master, Ao Jiaozhu, looked completely relaxed even though he was fighting against seven people alone. Nangong of the Holy Cult moved across the battlefield with such speed that the two strongest Shaolin monks could not even touch him.

Lin Yi dangled his legs from the branch and watched quietly. If the demons fail to kill the nine high monks, then they will have to help. One way or another, all the supreme Shaolin experts will die today.

Then all the problems of the Five Mountain Swords will be solved in one fell swoop.

But the two vicious masters did not disappoint him. They deserved to be named two of the four greatest experts in the fist world. Several minutes passed and Ao Jiaozhu, who was holding back his inner strength, suddenly shuddered, invisible energy surged in a wave and he suddenly scattered seven people at once with one jerk.

Noticing an opportunity, Nangong threw a needle in a roundhouse and in flight pierced the skull of one of the two strongest monks through the eye, who glanced to the side for a moment.

Lin Yi knew the deceased. He once cut off his hand.

Wuzhi was the strongest in Shaolin, not counting the Abbot and that unknown old man, but with the loss of his arm he became the weakest.

There was a scream. And the man, half killed by Lin Yi, died completely. A thin fishing line tied to a needle, with a sharp jerk from Nangong, cut the skull in half.

“Brother Wuzhi!” exclaimed the second monk who was chasing the leader of the Holy Cult.

But he was distracted in vain. Ao Jiaozhu was already standing behind him.

One blow of the palm and pieces of the skull with brain fragments scattered throughout the destroyed forest.

The two strongest monks were killed in one second. Lin Yi shook his head, deciding that the others would now run away and he would have to catch up with them.

But no, instead they stood shoulder to shoulder and started shouting something about revenge.

Until my death.

It would have been a massacre if even one bladed weapon had been involved. All nine of the strongest Shaolin monks died from the palms and fists of two demons.

Unlike his Abbot, even the last of them did not try to escape. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he tried to explode, but two demons simultaneously hit him on the neck with the ribs of their palms, cutting off his head like a guillotine..

Lin Yi turned back to the column of smoke coming from the cave. He looked towards the last fight, at the bones left after the Abbot. And finally here, to nine headless corpses.

That's it.

Now, even if Shaolin is revived, it will not become a major sect.

From now on, all power will be in the hands of the Five Mountain Swords.

A new chapter of the fist world has opened, and he opened it with his own hands!

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The hot sun walked through the fist world as usual, driving away the darkness from all corners. The fire that had obscured it was already beginning to die out..

The landscape familiar to millions of people has changed forever. In many villages, people noticed a column of smoke at the site of Shaolin and stood stunned, trying to understand whether they had woken up or whether they were just dreaming about it all..

Awakened Monk Juexing, the chief monk of Shaolin, stood silently away from the mountain and looked at the ruins of his monastery.

There were no tears on his face. The monastery was destroyed, the teachers were killed, all the friends were killed.

The fire burned all night. Columns of smoke were still rising from the exits of the underground tunnels..

For thousands of years, not a single stranger has entered the Shaolin Underground Palace, but before yesterday's dawn, the demons stole and burned everything valuable that they had..

Although they managed to win, almost nothing remained of the monastery.

Everyone and the supreme experts are dead! Even the old ancestor who had lived in the Underground Palace for the past sixty years was killed! All Shaolin techniques burned!

The Awakened Monk put in so much work and sacrifice to inherit Shaolin, and finally did it. Became the weakest Abbot in history, simply because no one stronger than him survived.

“Brother Abbot...” a young monk approached, “everything is gone, everything! Shaolin is no more, the supreme experts are gone, even our techniques are gone. Not a single surviving book! Shaolin...Shaolin is no more...”

The other surviving students - young men and children, mostly also did not know what to do now. Some looked at the column of smoke in a daze, some muttered under their breath, and some were hysterical.

Shaolin was no longer a major sect. It will be difficult for them to maintain even the status of a famous one. All their possessions will be taken away before the sun sets below the horizon!

“Brother Juexing, we have problems! That is, even more problems!”

“What's the matter? the young Abbot asked quietly, with difficulty.

“The Five Mountain Swords Army was hiding in Songshan! They have already sent people along our territories! The scouts reported that they had an agreement with the demons - the vicious cults would return to their wastelands, and these scum would take our lands without a fight.!”

Without territories, without techniques, and without treasures collected over thousands of years, the Shaolin monks will have a hard time feeding themselves, let alone maintaining their status..

Just yesterday they treated silver and gold as garbage, collecting it simply for beauty. Which of them thought that some kind of search for food could become a problem??!

Will monks really have to compete with beggars on the street??

Juexing lowered his head.

And even lower.

Grabbing his bald scalp, he groaned:

“We will have to bow to the Five Mountain Swords! We have no choice! If I don't beg them for mercy, we'll die of hunger! So much hope, so much talk about a new era of Shaolin... an era in which the Abbot is forced to kneel and beg for our students to be allowed to live?!”

All the students turned gloomy from their chins to their bald heads. Clenching his fists, the Awakened Monk straightened up and accepted the duty of the Abbot:

“I remember the first level of the Tendon Change Sutra by heart, and I’ll try to write down the second level as well. Brothers! The Seventy-Two Excellent Skills must be saved! Write down everything you remember! The legacy of Shaolin is us! The restoration of the monastery fell on our shoulders, and we will not bend our backs under this heavy burden! Let's not let the heritage of our ancestors disappear!”

Despite his words, he was terrified. With what he remembered from the Tendon Change Sutra, even entering the rank of supreme experts would be difficult!

Perhaps he will spend his whole life restoring the lost parts. We will have to rediscover their principles. One could only hope to become a Supreme Expert without Teacher's support....

Why didn’t he study all the levels of technology at once?! Why was he involved in politics instead of the main martial arts of his monastery??!

It's too late now. Now it's all gone.

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